"It will do." It told Watson a fair bit, in fact. Though deducing a man's history from his coatsleeve and shoes was beyond him, this was his field of expertise. He could hear the shiver in Holmes's voice, the discomfort and seriousness, and most reassuringly the fact that he wasn't so gone so as to be delirious.

"Come on, get up. I want you in bed." He slipped his arm in behind Holmes, pulling at him to follow him to his feet; his manner was brisk, and forceful, but not ungentle either. "This is no place for a sick man. When did this come on?"